an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

THe glass was shattered like,,, oh fuck it

by whitehorse

all poets get drunk
but they never right about it

because the clarity is lost in the liqour.

it hits thier tounges and they are no longer special
they stare at crowds and wonder

what they would have said

what they would have though about that cloud.

all poets get drunk
because its hard to look at life

and not be overwhelmed with guilt
they are forced to recored it with adverbs

cut out car crashes because shattered glass
analogies are used to often

all poets get drunk

because how else can you describe the sunset
as the happiest time of your life.

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